Michael helps me out of the lit and gave me a hug. " I'm so happy that you're awake!"
I smile at his childish grin. " Can toi take me home?" I say weakly.
Michael bit his lip and shuffled his feet " H-home? I-I don't know about that."
I looked down in dismay. Michael lifted my chin. " No need for that, Fancy."
My cœur, coeur beated faster when his lips came to mine. They brushed over mine for a few secondes before he start s’embrasser me very passionately. I felt his manly hands grasp my hips and he said. " Francesca Aliyah Moore, will toi be my girl?"
My eyes got big at his comment. Me? Michael Jackson?...
I came accueil after performing at a live performance for a musique awards because I was known as The Queen of Pop. When I came home, I looked at my answering machine and I noticed it was flashing. When I listened to the first message, it was my good friend, Quincy Jones. "Hey, Taylor. It's Quincy. I know toi are busy right now probably still at the awards but I wanted to know that if toi were busy suivant Saturday and if toi wanted to come over for a big celebration with all the people I have worked with. I hope toi can com. Call me and let me know if toi can. Talk to toi later, girl. Bye"